Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Narrow Hallway between Storage (5) and Research (2)aka First Order Firezone
Allies: First Order. [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Iroatas"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: [member="Korro Kenyu"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Cerita Sarova"] And anyone else attacking his position.

(You three should go back and read my posts if you skipped them. I've been preparing for this since post 1.)

Three of them had entered the pitch black corridor, fumbling in the dark over glass and metal as they began their blind assault on the position CT-47B and the Knights of Ren/Sith had created, Korro, Micah and Cerita's silhouettes cut a clear line as light rushed through the entrance to CT-47B's hallway. He did not know who they were, but they were clearly not friends. They were murderous enemies of the Order, coming to assassinate the well oiled team of specialists before they could secure the Omega and render it useless to the chaotic rogue Sith that sought to destroy the fragile peace that lay across the galaxy.

To CT-47B. He was and his companions were heroes, and due to his helmet's automatic adjustment to low light conditions he was a hero that could see. But to Korro, Micah, and Cerita. All he would be is a booming sound and a bit of dust as he opens fire with his X-11E sonic rifle and a wave of shield piercing kinetic energy capable of detonating ear drums, rupturing organs and smashing bones and equipment would rush over them all, the wave being completely invisible in the blackness of the hall as they ran towards his fortified position in the hallway and the fast approaching wave of focus breaking death and agony. He would fire again immediately after, another wave heading towards them as he'd do his best to take down the enemy and keep them from approaching. Lethally or not.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar --> Storage (droid parts)
Enemies: None at the moment

The Gas worked like a charm, the girl tackled the guy, and at that point, Valashu vanished into the ether. With White Current invisibility all around him, he moved away from them. His breathing was ragged thanks to his multiple contacts with heavy fired projectiles, but none the less the Kensûrai archer walked away. The nearest door led to a hallway which extended far into the back, but there to his right he noticed a not far away secondary door.

When it opened, he noticed a mass of shipping crates, and debris of the 'junk' kind. It was a storage room. Seemingly of the, less than destinct variation. So he simply began opening containers, and anything small enough to take and carry, he stuffed into an old sack he found lying nearby. He was picky however, not because he wanted to, but because of necessity. How could he carry a billion pounds of stuff through a literal war zone?

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: The hangar, left corner and running towards the entrance of the Research station corridor
Allies: [member="Cerita Sarova"] Any people not trying to shoot at me.
Enemies: None Currently
Nearby: [member="Korro Kenyu"] | [member="Darth Banshee"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Iroatas"] | [member="CT-47B"]
Objective: Follow Miss Green
( Location 1 ---> 3 ---> 2 )


The series of explosions prompted the Talith to continue to keep a low profile. In the ruckus it was hard enough to keep track of anything. There were the Rogue Sith attempting to protect this section as well as every other individual out to try and get to a place to make a difference. The fumbling and crashing of crates might have narrowed down where [member="Cerita Sarova"] may be, but in a firefight such occurrences were typical.

Ducking behind a crate, Micah used it for cover while peeking around towards the Research corridor's doors. He was searching for a specific clue. That wrinkle in space that the Sithspawn contacts would allow him to notice. In the end, he didn' t have to. Once the door slid open, there were others already attempting to go through that corridor. That faint wrinkle bloomed to life when the Talith saw just the faintest edge of movement.

"Got you," he breathed out, the corner of his mouth perking up. In that instant he shot forward in a low, crouching sprint. Whoever it was that was cloaked was going to be in for a surprise. Although Micah wouldn't realize just yet that it also included him. For down at the end of the corridor, the First Order sniper ([member="CT-47B"] ) who had carefully set up his perch was sitting and waiting for the first sign of any movement. When the door slid open and a figure appeared there, the initial sonic blast went tunneling straight at the poor sod there ( or soddette, considering the cloaked Certia had opened the door ).

A few meters back, Micah was closing in, but the flash of danger sense would culminate in a specific set of actions. Actions that would depend on just what the first guy ( [member="Korro Kenyu"] ) and ([member="Cerita Sarova"]) made in the next chapter of " Omega! Build your own adventure!"

Armor | Micah's Shock Gauntlets | Bracers of Salee | Cloak of Aatrox | Micah's Helm | Micah's Armor |
Trinkets | Circlet of Salee | Covenant Rings | Awesome Amulet | Micah's Force Tracker Talisman | Kusk Chwukkun: Eyes of the Dunaan |
Gear | Lightsaber | Bodo Baas Gunbelt | Morp Gun | AI-Wrist Blaster | 1 Energy Bola | 2 Thermal Grenades | 2 Sonic Grenades | 2 Cryoban grenades | Awesome Sword | 1 Oubliette Satchel | 2 Pairs of TerentAttack Cuffs |

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: In the hallway separating the hanger from Computer Storage
Objective: Extinguish life from thy enemies hides.
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"]
Others: [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"]

Black scorches covered the wicked dark plate of Prazutis as Kaine let loose his own destructive display of sheer power at their enemies. As the two lumbering giants that stood an easy twenty inches taller than their enemies lumbered through the doors, they shrugged off detonations and the presence of caltrops that tried to burrow their way through the Sith Lords thick armor to no avail. Prazutis made it through the battlefield and into the hallway largely unaffected and stopped in the hallway as their path was blocked by a mandalorian and the enemy that struck at the rear of his mentor previously. The man seemingly had recovered and now stood yet another obstacle in their way.

It was almost insulting to see the son of mandalore block their path while the jedi ran inside the chamber that was their target. What was her purpose in remaining behind? The jedi would have a much better shot at holding them off rather than this gnat. There was only one course of action that would cause her to remain behind: a distraction. The mandalorian was a distraction to keep them out of the computer chamber so the Jedi could get what was needed, clever. Prazutis grabbed an anti-force user incendiary grenade from the hook on his armor and activated it, tossing it towards Jericho. The benefit of such weaponry was that any change in acceleration such as trying to stop it with the force would cause it to go off and it would only activate its fuse when it was a safe distance away from the Sith Lord. If successful it would rain liquid fire down upon the man.

"She's a distraction. The jedi slicing into those terminals is the real threat." Prazutis said as he tossed the grenade from his non dominant hand, flourishing his lightsaber in the other. While it would do its job that wasn't all the Dark Titan was doing. In his mind Prazutis was gathering an immense amount of hatred and rage, calling upon everything to ignite a wave of hatred that was incredibly palpable and powerful. Until finally he released this wave of hatred in a horrific mental explosion aiming to send the mandalorians own mind swirling into catatonia.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: None currently

Rylan's victory over the man had taken a quick decline, all with the single action of him bringing down an armored fist, causing everything nearby to fly backward. The warrior braced himself as he was pushed back by an unseen force, the feeling comparable to being reared by an angry, force sensitive horse. Wincing in pain, he tried to get up, but groaned in pain when he realized his ankle had been sprained. Searching the area for the man, his eyes turned skyward, just in time to watch as another arrow was hurtled down at him and his fiance. Too stunned to move, both physically, and mentally, he could only gape in stupidity as brown smoke spewed from the tip of the arrow.

"Look out!"

His chest heaved with pain once more as he was tackled by the woman, her anxious to get them both clear from the gas. Groaning in pain, he slowly got up once again. His eyes widened when he saw his sword tipped with blood, and realized it had somewhat pierced her when she had saved him from the effects of the gas. "Forget me, i'm fine. Are you seriously hurt? My sword got you..." He glanced at the wound again, hoping against everything that it hadn't gone too deep for her to function properly. Helping her gently, he touched it without asking to, hoping to gauge the severity of it. To his relief, it didn't look too bad. Letting his anger get the better of him for a moment, he let off on her. "Nef, that was reckless of you. You can't just keep saving me like that! This is why I left, so you wouldn't get hurt like this." As soon as the words left his mouth, he clamped shut and realized his mistake. Turning on his heel quickly, he started for a set of doors at the far end of the hangar. He had to get away, before it dawned on her. Picking up his rifle, he slung it back over his shoulder and readied it in his hands.

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Location: In the hallway separating the hanger from Computer Storage
Objective: Obtain enemy fighter launch codes/ Aid fellow Mando'ade
Allies: [member="Kami Meran"] and others
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Causstik entered the hallway leading to the computer storage room. The room was a wreck. There was lightsaber and blaster scorching all over the walls, the doors leading into the hallway had been turned to scrap. In front of Causstik stood two Sith and a fellow Mando'ade blocking his path. "Su'cuy vod! Get down!" he hissed to the woman clad in Beskar'. Causstik fired up his jetpack then slammed into the back of [member="Darth Prazutis"], while spraying an arc of flame at the Sith's companion [member="Darth Carnifex"].

 

[Iroatas]

Location: Hallway of Room 2 (Storage)
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Darth Banshee"], [member="CT-47B"]
Unknowns: [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Korro Kenyu"]

Every single time the door opened up behind the ten foot Maelibus, in the dimly lit hall, they would've seen him.

Black cloak shrouding a large being.

His back was to them, and he didn't turn once. Instead, he watched as the others worked on opening the doors to the research station. And then the Sith (Darth Banshee) phased through the door. That was that. In his mind, it instantly translated to the familiar selfishness of the Sith.

Large clawed hand grasping the lightclub on his belt, he marched towards the door and ignited the lightclub in the doorway. Powerful muscles, gifted to him by his species natural ability of burrowing into the earth allowed him to match the efforts of the Mon Calamari (Darth Veles). Not much of an effort required. Crimson beam pushing to the other side of the door, soon enough they had opened up the door.

The Knight of Ren wasted no time as he force pushed the locked door into the room.

The Supreme Leader didn't require the help of the Sith. Not with one of his trusted Knights performing his will.

He entered first.

"Retrieve what you can.

Destroy the rest."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0vyRcM6Aoc​

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Location: Within the hallway separating the Hanger (room 1) from Computer Storage (room 3)
Objective: Go down with the Devil
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

The Dark Lord's blade cut deep into the durasteel floor where the Mandalorian woman had been just a moment prior, and with a heave he yanked his blade free. He looked down as the girl slid through the gap between his legs while simultaneously firing a grappling cord to ensnare one of his wrists in an attempt to topple him like some ancient AT-AT. But in that the girl miscalculated, by her appearance the Sith Lord estimated that she couldn't weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet! He, however; weighed nearly four hundred pounds of pure muscle, honed by several decades of warfare and physical conditioning to make his body the perfect vessel for the Dark Side's fury. And despite his massive size and muscularity he could move surprisingly fast in short bursts when demanded, and he displayed that perfectly as he spun around to track the girl.

He swung his leg over the cord so not to tangle himself up any further, and with the hand attached to the arm the cord was currently ensnaring, he took hold of the fiber and began to wind it up around his hand as to gain better leverage. The grav-megs embedded in his soles activated, firmly adhering the titan to the metal floor once again, and then with a grunt he tugged back on the cord. It was his strength stacked up against her own, and even with her armor he didn't expect her to actually be able to contend against his physical superiority. But it was at that moment that another voice rung out through the quickly crowding corridor, and the Dark Lord was forced to glance over to where his compatriot was standing after entering alongside him.

Naturally another Mandalorian had come to the aid of their brethren, this one appeared to be reptilian. Trandoshan maybe? It didn't matter either way, for the Dark Lord rumbled with a growl of annoyance as now his distraction had become manifested in two different individuals rather than one, but if this wretch wanted to save this hapless little lamb then so be it. Flames belched from the second Mandalorian aimed directly at the Sith, the sticky substance adhering to his armor as fire engulfed him. Luckily for the Sith Lord his phrik armor was designed to resists such extreme temperatures either scorching or frigid, and he merely shrugged off some excess flames before tugging a second time on the cord and then yanking it up directly into the air in an attempt to spin the first Mandalorian around like a lasso before flinging her directly at the Trandoshan and Prazutis.

Naturally his only vocal warning to his apprentice was this: "Head's up, Prazutis. Take care of these whelps." If successful, Carnifex would attempt again to breach the inner chamber to put an end to the Jedi's electronic pilfering.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kami Meran"]
Other: [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Role: White Mage

She could hear more, the explosions, the fight going off and feel it rolling off of her but there was that calmness coming from her bodyarmor. The iconiq suit and her saber was made to keep her calm and focused in the intense situations while she was looking for someone to come through the door where she had sliced through it. Letting the datapads work on the consoles while the AI's were doing their jobs for them. More information going. "Link the information to my tacpad and continue the downloads." She was looking at the more dangerous parts of it judging by the sounds and shifted through the hallway beyond the door. The small hole she had fit through was showing a lot but she wasn't going to look through it while focusing the force energies on Jericho with a small look on her face under the hood and behind the mask. "Alright then." She had a few ideas of what they would be able to do and started setting it up as the sounds of something at the door came to her and she waited just a little longer. She should start preparing while setting up some more of the caltrops and activating them. For detonation and to start slagging the terminals as the tac pad she shifted to be facing inwards and hidden in the sleeve. The bar for downloading the information from the AI"s linked up to it as she set one of the caltrops and turned it on but they were waiting to see it when it beeped. A small timer before the explosions and she could give it a chance to get slagged and melted.

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DmYLrxR0Y8

Location: Room 1
Allies: Jericho Connor Harrison [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Other: Causstik Rahn
Enemies: Darth Carnifex Darth Prazutis
Role: distraction and all round sneaky git

smacking in to the Tando... wow she was actualy proud of that..was that specist?
ah sod it,
"Keep these two occupied i got an idea." she told the green mando. nodding behind her.
thwn she brook in to a run and climbed up several cargo boxes

 

[Darth Veles]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-SPKB8R-e8​

Location: Corridor between 2 and 5 ---> 5
Objective: Grab the data
Allies: [member="CT-47B"], [member="Iroatas"], [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: TBA
Around: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Korro Kenyu"], [member="Cerita Sarova"]


The slow process of drawing a searing orange line across the door continued without a complication – although Banshee’s neat trick had caught him by surprise, reminding the amphibious assassin the woman could still prove useful as his stare darted over to the spot she had entered. Maybe he truly needed to stay his hand and refrain from eliminating the competitor just yet, as such a rare knowledge needed to be learned before its owner left to the Void’s depths. If she forced his hand prematurely however, then he’d have to continue without ever learning the secret technique that allowed one to walk through solid objects, effectively bypassing any and all locks. A very useful ability for an assassin, further increasing Veles’ desire to claim Banshee’s knowledge.

Nothing in the galaxy appeared to stand a chance against the towering Maelibus. Robbed of his chance to behead the security obstacle in their way, the amphibian was soon joined by the strong and large knight of Ren, gutting the other half. Brutally persuaded into opening, the door revealed one meditating Darth Banshee, focused on replenishing the strength lost in warping through the door unharmed and in one piece. A perfect opportunity to strike her down and he would have done so with little hesitation if not for her earlier display of power – and maybe a bit more. As much as Veles desired to suppress this sentimental notion, she was still his old apprentice, even though they had battled several times.

When the Ren entered what seemed to be a research station, Veles paused in his tracks before following suit. Like invisible strands tingling bare skin, the Force informed the Sith Lord about an unknown presence. Clearly feeling a lone lifeform somewhere at the other end of the hallway, the Mon Cal’s cybernetic eye swivelled around to spy on the intruder. Like a hot knife slipping through butter, the enhanced sight cut through the dark corridor, noting the stormtrooper’s characteristic twitch of the trigger finger before the sonic rifle in his hands started to bark at the intruder.

Catching a glimpse of a figure or two at the door, masked by a stealth technique mimicking his own, the Sith Lord smiled and finally passed through the doorframe, swiftly glancing over the lab equipment before going to the nearest computer and doing what he came for – one eye always keeping the entrance in sight.

 

[Jericho]

Location: Room 3
Objective: Take on the Zambrano's
Allies: [member="Kami Meran"] @Cathbodua@Causstik Rahn
Enemies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Other: [member="Micah Talith"], [member="Korro Kenyu"], [member="Cerita Sarova"]

The two juggernaut-like sith seemed to be just as intelligent as they were large. They saw through the mandlorians fighters distraction and aimed for Cathbodua. The warrior let out a grunt as he sliced at the incendiary grenade so it could combust a few feet away knowing his shielding and phrik armor would alone protect him. But he felt the warmth of Cathbodua aura encase his being that so he knew he had added protection. "Go for the weak points." The female mandlorian shouted out to Jericho. A good idea, though far from simple, they were facing off with an obvious higher tier of sith at the moment, both were exceptionally powerful in the force and both were armored to the teeth. It would be difficult to take these monstrous men down though it would be difficult, it would not be impossible. "You two focus your fire on the one focus on the door. They found us out, do everything you can to slow him. Organize and time your fire!" The warrior roared.

As he sprouted his order he charged at Darth Prazutis, monster sith vs. monster jedi, he knew he had the best chance against him. As he charge he sliced at the cord that the other sith tried to yank before it could send the mandlorian flying. After doing so he focused his attention on Darth Prazutis, from what he has read on him, he was skilled as he was big, the warrior had to be wary with his strikes and learn more about his foe. Both seemed immensely different from the others he has fought and Jericho has fought a great many sith. With a breath and again aimed saber low for the sith's hip more to close distance and watch reaction the conjured flame around his fist and aimed a blast towards his shoulder.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

LOCATION: Hangar
ALLIES: [member="Rylan Thatcher"] (quickly figuring him out)
ENEMIES: Currently none

"Forget me, i'm fine. Are you seriously hurt? My sword got you..." Rylan said, meanwhile examining the slight sword wound.
What happened next, as Nefertari used the force to patch herself up, she barely expected.

"Nef, that was reckless of you. You can't just keep saving me like that! This is why I left, so you wouldn't get hurt like this."
As he ran off toward the opposite end of the hangar, leaving Nef slighty confused, her thoughts began linking themselves together

Why would he be upset that I got him away from nerve gas? And what did he mean by "this is why I left?" Everyone I can really think of with a reason for saying that is long gone...except....
........
One name and one name only stuck out in the Jedi's mind.

GHERRON
Nef was a bit annoyed with herself for being so dense, but her fiance's intent had been to hide.
He had a head start, but if Nef had anything to say about it, not for long. Immediately, she started after him.
"Rylan, when a lady is willing to face such danger to defend you, that usually means she is a keeper." She said when she caught up to him "Of course, I know that is not your real name. You are none other than Gherron Vael: a man who has recklessly saved me multiple times, a man who cares deeply about those he loves, a man who needs to forgive himself."
The jig was up, the look on the man's face told her everything she needed to know.
"If you insist on changing your name, mine is available for a real bargain to you." She joked

"On a more serious note, your leaving or staying would have had no bearing on my getting hurt. In fact, it hasn't." Nef rolled up her left sleeve, revealing a new cybernetic which went further than it had before, ending just above her elbow.
"A frenzied sand bear on Kallistas...I saved the lives of both my brother and Articus. Both of them look up to you, by the way. Sure, Articus can barely speak, but I sense his admiration."

Nef let that sink into her fiance.
"In any case, we are both here to take this thing out. Why not work together?"

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bTpp8PQSog
Location Hanger
Objective Be a sneaky cheating Bastard
Enemy Toast
Allies Cheering hopefully

Kami climbed.
This was a hanger and she was a sneaky treacherous bastard.
there it was teathered to the wall. a frekin tie fighter.
Climbing in to the cockpitshe fired up the power.
" Ok sith lords hope you loke eating green light blasts."

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: Room 6
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"]
ENEMIES: [member="Mira Rekali"]

Onley was going to offer advice about his friend Cerita’s various pharmeceutical experiments and how Velok could probably take something for his arthritis (supposedly - honestly Onley had no idea about Whiphid biology) when the cheerful babble of a droid interrupted him. Red leaked in to the rims of his irises as his senses heightened. He was more animal than man when a fight was on the horizon, pupils dilating and time seeming to slow as his hand closed around the hilt of his saber.

He suppressed a snort at the lie. He didn’t need basic mentalism to see the other signs that pointed to the woman’s untruth. “In the parts room, right…”

His gaze slipped to the droid hiding behind its master, cowering convincingly as it rolled out from cover with its Master. Defective parts, she’d wondered? Onley could help - he was a gentleman like that. “Seems like that BB unit is dead weight though - should probably leave it in here for scrap if you’re on your way out anyway,” he said before reaching out with the Force and pressing a telekinetic crush down on the smaller head-unit on its round little body. His control wasn’t perfect enough to target the gears connecting its head to its base, nor quite so strong as to crush its larger rolling portion. But all he needed was to crush its control center.

And perhaps better yet, she’d give up the ruse and admit she was there for loot and either help them or lose her cool.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Onley Xiangu"] [member="Mira Rekali"]

Velok raised an eyebrow and waited to see what Mira would do.

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Hangar, busted.
Allies: [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: None currently

Sighing softly, Rylan listened to the strong, yet gentle verbal scolding from the woman. He could barely look her in the eyes, as his own betrayed his pain. She was in danger with him around, or at least that was his thought. He'd been running so that something like what happened so long ago on Coruscant wouldn't happen again. Looking to her arm when she pulled the sleeve up, he cradled the machination gently. She had endured scars anyway, regardless of the fact that he wasn't there. When she finished her speech, he exhaled a slow stream of breath, and nodded. Taking her cheek in his hand, he softly stroked it as he looked into her eyes, his own mirroring the constant pain of loss and regret. Then righting himself up, a small gleam shone in his eye, a flicker of the man he once was seeming to return. "Let's shut this giant piece of junk down." Whipping back around, he started off toward the doors again, hoping to find the central computer storage. As they walked, he asked his love an interesting question.

"Who's Articus?"

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Location: Within the hallway separating the Hanger (room 1) from Computer Storage (room 3)
Objective: Escape the Omega / Help Mando'ade
Allies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Cathbodua"], [member="[/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Kami Meran"], [member="[/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Jericho"]
Enemies: [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=14px]Darth Prazutis"], [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Causstik Rahn's jet charge was stopped short as his fellow Mando'ade came flying towards him. He caught her deftly in his arms "Hatcherd," Causstik said in Dosha. Then he set her gently on the ground. He watched as a Jedi engaged one of the Sith and his vod ran off. Then his eyes narrowed on the other Sith. He smiled wildly revealing a set of large sharp teeth.

"Sith, Face me!" Causstik hissed in basic at [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Then he powered his jet pack on and fired his napalm missile at the Dark lord. A split second afterwards he put his jet pack to better use and employed it to close the distance between he and the Sith. Using the additional force provided by his jet pack's propellant he swung a genetically strengthened clawed hand at the Sith lords face, then rolled deftly in front of the man. He picked up a pointed piece of metal shaped as a jagged spear from the ground. He pointed it at the man then hissed again "Face me dar'jetti,"

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Hangar
Allies: [member="Rylan Thatcher"] (Possibly the greatest guy in the galaxy)
Enemies: None to be seen

"Who's Articus?"

It hit her, Gherron was completely in the dark about Articus.

Nefertari stopped in her tracks, it was time for light to come to her love's darkness.
"Think back to that day on Coruscant. I hadn't originally come to try to stop what happened, but to pay you surprise visit. To tell you that I was pregnant...Articus...he's your son."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-zb4C_k7Ek​

Location: Within the hallway separating the Hanger (room 1) from Computer Storage (room 3)
Objective: Live my life horrified because nothing will keep this pacified and out of my life
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"], [member="Causstik Rahn"]

Carnifex had long since turned away from the others, his lightsaber plunged deep into the door as he twisted the scarlet blade until the door began to slag, the metal weakening and becoming more malleable. In a few more moments the door would be weak enough for him to break through it like tissue paper, but at every moment he found himself waylaid by these Mandalorians. They were persistent, damn well tenacious and unwavering in the face of the horrors he could unleash upon them with but a breath. He'd gone easy on them so far, mostly using his physical strength to batter away their advances to buy some time for him to proceed with his own objective, but now they were just getting ridiculous.

He turned to face the Trandoshan who called out to him, his blade still embedded in the door as it smoldered and spat molten metal. The Mandalorian was charging at him with his jet pack, the thrusters loud and roaring as a missile erupted from the top on a trajectory for yours truly. He extended his left hand while his right still held his weapon firm, and from the tips of his armored fingers a shimmering blue energy field was conjured. It expanded outward in an instant to encircle the Sith Lord in a bubble of protective energies, and it was at that moment that the missile slammed into the bubble's surface. The sticky napalm spewed every which way, coating the outer layer of the shield and the Dark Lord's immediate surroundings. With a flex of his fingers the Sith Lord caused the bubble to violently unravel, flinging the fiery pools off of the shimmering surface to coat everything in the direction that he was facing.

"Your efforts are paltry, jarsr*. Let me show you just how truly erroneous your transgressions are." His left arm was still extended, and from his palm surged forth thick tendrils of viridian smog that coiled through the air in an attempt to encircle and constrict the Trandoshan. Should any portion of this smog come into contact with bare skin, the effects would be devastating as the smog leeched the vitality from the flesh with victims who had been completely engulfed by such foul sorcery reduced to withered husks in a matter of minutes. And for every ounce of vitality siphoned, the Dark Lord's own stamina would be replenished.

* - Jarsr is Mando'a for worm